Chapter 364
"The banquet is about to begin." In the evening, the restlessness of magic made Negri understand.
In this short day, for the normal people of the Academic City, the world remained the same, but for the Mystics, everything was different.
Some spells that originally required the assistance of magic materials and rituals could be cast easily. Some magic rituals that lacked energy could also be successfully activated.
The air was filled with the feeling of magic. For these mages who had been dry for a long time, it was heaven.
Although magic was just a kind of power, it was especially easy to provoke everyone's emotions when it emerged.
Today alone, all sorts of conflicts had broken out. Mystics hiding in the city, cultists, the person in charge of the Church of Seven Gods here, the House of Mages as the host, and even the people of the Impure Hermit Order.
With Negri's psionic sense, he could sense the clash of mana across the entire city. The entire movement of the tides would shift slightly, and because of these shifts, the countless magical rituals set up in the city would have to be adjusted.
At this time, it would depend on the mage's individual ability and preparation. If the adjustments weren't done well enough, the entire magic circle would directly shatter under the magic deviation. The backlash would be the least of the problems. The important thing was that it would cause a small-scale, powerful Tidal Vortex.
The strength of the whirlpool would exceed your expectations, and your mana would be completely pulled out of your body. You might even become part of the whirlpool and become someone else's spoils of war.
Every Mana Banquet was a reshuffle, there would always be unexpected situations. Therefore, even the most confident people wouldn't dare to say that they would be able to survive the Mana Banquet, especially this time's Mana Banquet was very unusual.
"This is very abnormal." In a low-key but luxurious house, a middle-aged man with a slightly high hairline was sitting on the sofa and said in a deep voice.
"Which year's Mana Banquet is normal, Teacher?" Kalanci placed a glass of wine in front of the middle-aged man, then grabbed the other and took a sip. His teacher and his father were best friends when they were young, which was why he was able to become his teacher's most beloved disciple, unlike the other students, who were more like laborers and food reserves than students. "This time, we've made the most thorough preparations"
"Yeah, we've done our best." Marche nodded, then raised his head to look at the golden-haired young man in front of him, who looked very much like him when he was young. After all, this was his son. "How are your parents?"
"Everything is fine" Kalanci nodded.
"Kade is still here. He's still not convinced." Marche then asked. Cade was his original disciple, who helped him manage the Sludge gang. The reason why this disciple had become the original disciple was naturally because Kalanci had appeared, so these two disciples had always been at odds with each other.
Marche felt a bit guilty towards Cade, so he hadn't dealt with this disciple of his, but now it seemed that he couldn't do anything about it. If he really didn't know how to appreciate his kindness, then he would have no choice but to be ruthless. After all, one was brought back from the Sediments, while the other was his own son.
"I just took advantage of this morning's incident to ask for more benefits." Kalanci was a smart man, so he didn't put too much of his emotions into this matter. He knew very well that he had already gained the upper hand in this fight for favor, and it wouldn't be good to appear too cold at a time like this.
"Hm, I'll warn him. There are some things that only belong to him after I give it to him" Marche nodded and said.
After that, Kalanci seemed to recall something: "I went to see that Negri today and gave him the blood crystal. However, although he looks a lot like Dean Negary from before, I still feel like something isn't right"
"Don't worry about that guy. I don't have much of a conflict of interest with him, what he should be thinking about right now is how to face Brali" Marche didn't care too much about Negri. Just as he said, there wasn't much of a conflict of interest between the two of them.
Marche wasn't a member of the academic faction, but he wasn't an enemy faction either. Kalanci entering the Mobis Institute earlier was nothing more than a simple transaction.
"Doesn't Negri already have the upper hand?" Kalanci was obviously very clear about what happened at the academy gate yesterday. The enforcers tried to take someone away, only to be killed instead. It was said that Fidel was still terrorizing the academy, specifically looking for people with status. Because such people lived for a long time, they wouldn't be easily silenced, which was beneficial to his abilities, which caused quite a few people to start complaining about the enforcers.
No matter how many Sediments died, it didn't matter to the enforcers, but the nobles of the Academic City were more or less related to various mages, so the enforcers had no choice but to deal with their complaints.
Under such circumstances, the enforcers would either have to capture Ferde and bring him to justice, or reconcile with Negri and admit defeat, forcing Negri to retract his methods. Anyone with a discerning eye could easily tell that Ferde was Negri's doing.
"No, Negri's methods might have made things difficult for Brali, but at the same time, he had also offended others. No one here is an idiot, Ferde was a dog released by Negri. The people are currently complaining about the enforcers, but they are also holding a grudge against Negri"
"Once Ferde is captured by the enforcers, Negri will instead fall into a desperate situation. That crazy woman, Brali, isn't that simple …" Marche was about to say something when he heard a shrill scream.
"Negary, no, Negri, I curse you, your heart will be eaten by black worms, your brain will be filled with blood worms, your soul will be captured by the Evil God, and you, Brewer, you will also die a horrible death"
Hearing this scream, Marche lightly touched the mirror next to him with his finger, displaying the scene of the street outside.
The evening streets of the Academic City were basically nowhere to be seen, even if there were any, they were either crazy thieves or Mystics. At the moment, there was a woman in her thirties, dressed in a very dignified manner, but her hair that used to be neatly tied up in a bun had already fallen down and was rapidly turning white, the color of blood was slowly blooming on her expensive hair.
Not too far away from her, Brewer was slumped on the ground, still holding a bloody dagger in his hand. The blood on the dagger was giving off a strange glow that seemed like it would never fade.
The corner of Marche's mouth twitched, feeling like he had just been slapped in the face. That crazy woman in front of him was Brali, but the reason Marche called her a crazy woman was because she sometimes didn't care too much about the rules, but right now, she was truly about to go insane.
"Why is she here?" Kalanci noticed Marche's awkwardness, so being understanding, he quickly changed the topic.
Apart from necessary gatherings, mages rarely interacted with each other. After all, every mage coveted each other's flesh, and flesh that was filled with mana was their favorite texture.
This area was close to Marche's formation, so other mages wouldn't approach it without prior notice. This would cause misunderstandings, and during the mana tide, it was extremely dangerous for a formation to be disrupted.
Because of this, every excellent mage would strictly control their own territory.
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